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To Myself In Colorado
03:08
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The Soccer Journals
02:46
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I've been watching that one scene from The Basketball Diaries
Over and over again
And I'm thinking that it could have been me
If I had just made a different turn instead
I'm feeling like I dodged a bullet
But I walked into another line of fire
Sure it didn't kill me but goddamn if it hasn't been hurting for a while
And I'm sorry if I'm being too pushy
I'm sorry if I'm coming off insane
I just need someone to turn to when all my friends figure out I'm not worth their time of day
So if you could just respond once that would be great
And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
So tell me am I guilty if I change if no one is near me
And if I'm guilty, baby, tell me that you're not guilty too
'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up at least let me think that I knew you
Let me think that I knew you
I'm fishing into the zeitgeist and I'm only pulling out clichés
I can't shake this empty feeling that I'm an actor on a setting stage
I'm seeing white and I am not sure how much longer I can go
Reimagining old faces
Faces you already know
And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
So tell me am I guilty if I change if no one is near me
And if I'm guilty, baby, tell me that you're not guilty too
'Cause if I'm doomed to being locked up at least let me think that I knew you
Let me think that I knew you
Watch Carroll bang on the door frame
Reduced to sobbing and his mothers name
And maybe in the next hit he will find himself a little bit and fix this
God knows that I feel the same
And it's a felony in Florida to own a fake ID
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I know that marble eyes shed no tears
They stay dry as the statue falls apart
And there's no point in screaming if
You never wanted to ask for help
My skin is dry and cracked now
I should really moisturize
Is this my statue crumbling beneath my faded jaded marble eyes
Is this the beginning of the end
A final story to leave unread
Gas station liqueur's not a catch-all for everything, I know
But it works pretty well in hard times
Hard times are all I've had
Since you walked away and said you didn't want a part in my life
Yes, I'm still grieving, that clock never stops
Because I was alone for so long
And there's a part of me that stays that way
Down to the last, the last fucking drop
And I'm not saying you made a martyr of me
I just need you to know that I'm struggling
And I'm worried that I'm not in the right place
I'm worried there never was one
Picking up the pieces that have fallen off over the years
I think I'm coming undone
No, I've already come undone
I'm searching for something that I'm never gonna find
Like a moth drawing closer to rotten lime-light
Did I have a plan or was it all for show, am I faking it all
If I stop now then where do I go
My complexes are really quite simple
I can't determine my value, without other people
And I can't imagine a world in which I succeed
Without lying down on an alter for strangers to bleed
But I'm not a lamb, I'm a rough cut of meat
And I've only got enough for myself to feed
And I'm worried that I'm not in the right place
I'm worried there never was one
Picking up the pieces that have fallen off over the years
I think I'm coming undone
No, I've already come undone
I'm searching for something that I'm never gonna find
Like a moth drawing closer to rotten lime-light
Did I have a plan or was it all for show, am I faking it all
If I stop now then where do I go
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
Where do I go?
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4. |
Screwing In A Lightbulb
03:28
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We've got a new ice cream shop in town
Ever since you left, you wouldn't be aware
Of all the things that changed
While I'm still stuck here watching paint dry
Pizza parlors, nail salons, and
The sinking feeling life's passing you by
Burn money on college, graduate
And never stop to wonder why
What part of the story is this?
What part of my story is this?
Give me a sign, I've been trying to turn a light on
How many people have something like that
I'm wasting away but I guess it's kinda my fault
You only get in what you put back
Euphoric styled self-indulgence
Live a movie, life is hard
Consequences only matter if
You have a plan to get far
You know Miami's the place where
People never tell you what they think of you
I miss your blunt honesty, the way
You'd let me dig holes for myself
But if we're being honest
You always knew that things would end in flames
You're an agent of chaos
And I was your stupid little game
Did you think that I'd never find out?
Or did you always want to watch me fall apart?
Give me a sign, I've been trying to turn a light on
How many people have something like that
I'm wasting away but I guess it's kinda my fault
You only get in what you put back
Euphoric styled self-indulgence
Live a movie, life is hard
Consequences only matter if
You have a plan to get far
Oh, far
Did you want to sing this with me?
Did you want to hear that you were right?
I was never gonna make it anyway so
Why am I crying?
Oh, I'll bow my head
I'll clip my wings
I was never gonna make it
Anyway
Give me a sign, I've been trying to turn a light on
How many people have something like that
I'm wasting away but I guess it's kinda my fault
You only get in what you put back
Euphoric styled self-indulgence
Live a movie, life is hard
Consequences only matter if
You ever plan to get far
Oh my God
I'm falling for you again
And I
Can't seem to catch myself and
I'll break my nose
Open right on the pavement
And remember
How you threw it all away
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5. |
Mawce
03:02
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Everything's coming up roses
Everything's coming to a bitter, bitter end
I'm searching for the problem and I'm looking for a positive
Maybe I'll see a few old friends
With more faith in God, I would tell you that this was the rapture and we've been left behind
Oh, why are we so young with tired, sunken, baggy eyes?
So I'll give myself a name
Something stupid and pretentious like Mawce spelled with a C
And I'll hope all the cool kids who graduated but stayed judgmental will finally accept me
And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, for New York
Step off the plane, hop into the sedan
I return to the house, not a kid, not a man
Screaming "Everyone hear it for the 845"
Where complacency rules and the kids only die
If they stray from the mark, if they keep themselves clean
And they tore down the park, now I'm stuck in my dreams
And I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into the over-drinking nights that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, for New York
An orange and yellow armada of delivery trucks is all I can see from the window of this Uber
I'm reminded that the world won't stop for me
But no one ever really stops to think
I might be flying home today, but I'm not going home
'Cause everything I thought I knew has proven to be wrong
And I'm desperate to the point of flying straight into the over-drinking night that leave you feeling torn
I'm leaving, I'm leaving, I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York
I'm leaving for New York
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6. |
Solitary Confinement
03:45
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I really wish it never came to this
I wish it didn't feel like I was starting over again
I'm reeling in a line without a fish
And everyday I wake up and hear the
Pounding drum of failure in my head
Am I really doing nothing?
Or am I reaching out to something?
Someone waiting to catch me on the other side
Am I delaying the inevitable?
Am I running out of time?
You cannot isolate me past the walls that I have built
So send your condolence cards
Thinking I've been held against my will
It's better you believing I'm fighting for some greater good, I know
I know that I believe in nothing
And that I like being alone
Four hours in the Target parking lot
Contemplating mental brands still burning hot
I hope that one day the weight of my body in these seats
Will feel just right
But for now, the AC's always too cold
And the heat in winter melts the skin off of my bones
And I've started to ignore the check engine light
In hopes that a breakdown might give me a sign, oh
You cannot isolate me past the walls that I have built
So send your condolence cards
Thinking I've been held against my will
It's better you believing I'm fighting for some greater good, I know
I know that I believe in nothing
And that I like being alone
I like being alone
And there is bliss in solitary
Isn't it sobering?
And there is bliss in solitary
Isn't it sobering?
And there is fear in solitary
Isn't it sobering
And there is pain in solitary
Isn't it sobering?
You cannot isolate me past the walls that I have built
So send your condolence cards
Thinking I've been held against my will
It's better you believing I'm fighting for some greater good, I know
I know that I believe in nothing
And that I like being alone
I like being alone
I like being alone
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7. |
Sleepwalking
03:47
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I thought that God was supposed to protect me
Whatever happened to that
Is faith all we have as a weapon against
The universal good and bad
I think I'm ready to go
They'll find another son to love when the morning comes
It's setting now and I hope I've done enough
I told myself to be brave
But bravery only gets you so far
And it brings me to open bars
And I've been sleepwalking
Oh I've been sleepwalking
Oh I've been sleepwalking with
A swiss army knife
Being eaten from the out to the inside
All my hoodies smell like formaldehyde
Hhhmmm
And all my friends follow me out onto the balcony
And I should call my mom
She says she's worried about me
Maybe she should be
Maybe she should be
Cause I've been sleepwalking
Oh I've been sleepwalking
Oh I've been sleepwalking with
A swiss army knife
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh Oh Oh Oh
And I've been sleepwalking
Oh I've been sleepwalking
Oh I've been sleepwalking with
A swiss army knife
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Everybody's Worried About Owen Miami, Florida
Everybody's Worried About Owen is a solo project by Owen Trawick. Inspired by DIY Ethics, Folk Punk and 5th Wave Emo music, Owen is excited to continue making music and hopes to do justice to the bands that inspired them along the way.
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